Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

"And what's your connection to Pauline?" Jessica pressed. "Why does she label you her fiancé? Answer me!" Her accusations dripped with grievance and betrayal, as if she were the innocent victim ensnared and wounded. Only a heartless person like her could conveniently forget her own protracted ruse of feigned paralysis. I was disgusted with Jessica's duplicity. The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity.

Regardless of not showing it, something told me that she was playing a game of innocence, and that wasn’t something that I liked. “He has indeed taught me not to trust anyone,” she said, looking at me. “And I think that you can tell that I don’t trust you…” “Good,” I said, looking at the traffic light as it turned green. “I don’t like being played, neonata. And I do suggest that you keep that in mind when you’re playing the game of innocence.” “I am not doing anything…” “It is only a warning,” I said, stopping her. “Now, which bank do you want to go to? I’ll drop you off before heading to the office…”

The scene before me serves as a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within those who seek to deceive and manipulate, strengthening my resolve to confront the true mastermind behind the web of deceit. "I am not certain what you are referring to -" William Ford's words are interrupted by a fit of coughing, his voice strained and weak. I purse my lips into a thin line, a mask of faux sympathy as I respond, "Such a pity. It seems I may have to make arrangements for an extended 'shift' for the night." Clicking my tongue in mock disappointment, I feign concern for his well-being, concealing my true lack of empathy for his plight.

"Perhaps you are not in my script; I never expected anyone to be as nice to me as you were, but for me, it was all an act to make you fall for my innocence in order to get as much information from you as possible, and you fell for it, Khione. You were so stupid and blind." "If that is the case, why do not you keep up the act, plead for your life, and maintain your innocence? Since we all trusted you blindly, we would have believed every word you said. You could have gotten yourself out of here, but you appear confident; perhaps you believe you will make it out alive?"

I've been stepping back from her, trying to keep her safe from the storm that is brewing in his eyes with every misdemeanour I tally against myself. Dread coils within me. Should I feign innocence and utter a simple no, when the truth gnaws at my insides—knowing I've taken his beloved Bambi from her room? The thought churns in my stomach like an unsettled meal. "Nothing," I declare, shaking my head in a bid for nonchalance, though the attempt feels shaky and insincere even to my own ears.

I knew I had to act quickly to maintain the illusion of innocence. Feigning panic, I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with faux fear. "What... what just happened?" I stammered, my voice trembling. "He... he I thought he was! I didn't... I didn't know he wasn't the prisoner!" The guards exchanged glances, skepticism evident on their faces. They were torn between their loyalty to Victor and the confusion that unfolded before them. One of them, a burly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, his grip tightening on his weapon.

Vince remained silent. Frowning, he lowered his head dejectedly and ignored Zoelle. The recording was short and Chloe played it at twice the normal speed. She then turned to Joseph and asked, "Do you think this is how she spiked my yogurt?" Maintaining an innocent facade while engaging in nefarious acts was truly deceptive, like a wolf wrapped in sheep's clothing. No one would suspect Bethany at first glance. Considering her past contributions, she could have had a good life in Imperium if she had behaved.

“It’s our engagement party, Zain. Our party. You were supposed to walk downstairs with me tonight, not be up here screwing my best friend like some scumbag!” Elaine. I should’ve known. I did know. But love makes you ignore the signs. And as a PR strategist, I’d learned the hard way that reality often lived in the silence between smiles. “Oh, don’t act surprised, Del,” Elaine said as she adjusted my silk robe around her half-naked body.“You’ve always loved the fairytale. I just offered him something a little more… exciting.” Her words were barbed, but Zain’s silence was worse. He just stood there, buttoning his shirt, indifferent to the nuclear fallout unfolding around us.

But her being young was the sole reason why she felt like that; why she started adorning a man who first insulted her and then started treating her well. She was too innocent for that world. She had a habit of seeing the good in everyone. It was not her fault. But Irene could never even doubt Hazel’s eyes; her sense of knowing personas, because Hazel could tell the difference between good and bad in a few hours, then she had spent more than half a month with that man. What if he was really good? But Irene clenched her jaw when she looked at her friend crying like that. However he was, he made her friend cry.

"Four male models waiting with me for an audition - check security footage! We left when..." "What? A coincidence?! Is that your confession?!" He spat the word like rotten meat. A nod to Johnny. "Burn the truth out of her." Hands seized me - hot, sweating hands that remembered kneading dough, not binding wrists. I thrashed with precisely measured weakness, letting the gag slip askew to show bitten lips. "Please! I'm innocent!" The lie dripped honey-sweet. They hoisted me toward the incinerator's glowing throat. Heat blistered my thighs. I screamed - not for effect, but genuine shock - as Al halted them.